Enrico grinned, trying to maintain his composure despite the fire coursing through his veins. “If you keep this up, we won’t make it out of here in one piece,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “We only have a bathroom here, you know.”
Isabella’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Without another word, she stood up from the table, smoothing her dress as she did. She casually placed something into Enrico’s jacket pocket and gave him one last, sultry glance before walking toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with every step.
Enrico watched her walk off, his gaze fixed on the way her dress clung to her curves, his desire for her intensifying with every step she took. He waited until she disappeared behind the door before glancing down, curiosity getting the better of him. He reached into hi
